[ At least she's just as easy for him as he is for her; it's very gratifying to have her play coquettish one minute and then immediately melt into him the next, like he's just too sexy for her to be able to even pretend to resist him for long. He's not sure if that's true, but he appreciates the fact that she seems to think so. It makes the fact that he thinks very similar thoughts about her a lot less embarrassing. ]
Yes. [ Going to fuck her? Still mad? Unclear.
Well, the fact that he's going to fuck her is definitely clear, if the way he lets his hands drop from her neck to grip her waist tightly is any indication.
Sadly, he has other commitments tonight, so even though he promised her he'd eat her out, he's not going to be able to take the same leisurely path he's taken in the past, peeling her slowly out of her clothes and painting every inch of her with his mouth before winding up at his final destination. No, tonight has to be a much more economical affair, and he demonstrates that right out of the gate by taking her by the hips and pulling her off his desk, kissing her a little bit longer before regretfully pulling away and spinning her in his arms so her back is to his front. Sliding his hands back around her, one slipping up under his sweatshirt to palm her hot, smooth skin, the other sliding south so he can fit it comfortably between her thighs and grind up against her through her leggings, he noses in against the side of her head so he can murmur in her ear: ]
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Yes. [ Going to fuck her? Still mad? Unclear.
Well, the fact that he's going to fuck her is definitely clear, if the way he lets his hands drop from her neck to grip her waist tightly is any indication.
Sadly, he has other commitments tonight, so even though he promised her he'd eat her out, he's not going to be able to take the same leisurely path he's taken in the past, peeling her slowly out of her clothes and painting every inch of her with his mouth before winding up at his final destination. No, tonight has to be a much more economical affair, and he demonstrates that right out of the gate by taking her by the hips and pulling her off his desk, kissing her a little bit longer before regretfully pulling away and spinning her in his arms so her back is to his front. Sliding his hands back around her, one slipping up under his sweatshirt to palm her hot, smooth skin, the other sliding south so he can fit it comfortably between her thighs and grind up against her through her leggings, he noses in against the side of her head so he can murmur in her ear: ]
Spread your legs for me.